October102013

October092013

I lost all interest in my schoolwork, friends, reading, wandering,
or daydreaming. I had no idea of what was happening to me, and I would
wake up in the morning with a profound sense of dread that I was going
to have to somehow make it through another entire day. I would sit for
hour after hour in the undergraduate library, unable to muster up enough
energy to go to class. I would stare out the window, stare at my
books, rearrange them, shuffle them around, leave them unopened, and
think about dropping-out of college. When I did go to class it was
pointless. Pointlessand painful. I understood very little of what was
going on, and I felt as though only dying would release me from the
overwhelming sense of inadequacy and blackness that surrounded me…

Do not tell everyone your story. You will only end up feeling more
rejected. People cannot give you what you long for in your heart. The
more you expect from people’s response to your experience of
abandonment, the more you will feel exposed to ridicule.

September152012

September102012

September052012

These are the ones Who follow in the footsteps of the gifted And the disciplined Who have been deeply hurt But not discouraged Who have been frightened But who have not forgotten how to be brave Who revel in the company of their friends and sweethearts But who are willing to face the loneliness That is demanded of mastery.